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I refuse to accept the truth. Therefore, I will live in a state of denial. Care to join me? It’s hard to believe summer is ending. How did Labor Day get here so quickly? Wasn’t it yesterday that I posted … Continue reading →

The Concord River woke this week to a world of white–a little snow and birds. Actually, a lot of snow and one bird. But they were both white. A swan visited, taking my breath away and giving the ducks something … Continue reading →

Never in a million years! It’s just that, as years go, 2016 wasn’t all that great. Sure, sure, I wrote and published a second book, which is now available on Amazon. (Shameless plug.) However, publishing my two books were pretty … Continue reading →

The ducklings are growing like weeds. They’ve incorporated themselves into the flock that is also growing like weeds. At present I have over three dozen ducks, including ducklings, stopping by for breakfast and dinner each and every day. Even though … Continue reading →

(drum roll please) Franny and her mate. Let’s call him Clemant! A little history lesson: last year Franny was my breeding female, along with Harry. Both named after my parents. Well, this year, Franny is back! And her mate is … Continue reading →

I couldn’t wait! I had to know. But the cries at the chills that passed through the tender shoots made me sad. I’m referring to the perennials and bulbs that have started to reach for the sun. But the poor … Continue reading →

In 1887, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle gave the world their first glimpse of one of literature’s most beloved characters, Sherlock Holmes. Today I pay homage to Sir Doyle with my own study in scarlet. And what better bird to represent … Continue reading →

… of the river. Winter has finally come to my small corner of the Concord River. Our first snowfall didn’t bring the right type of snow for a snowdog, or snowman, or even a snowgnome, but it did bring a … Continue reading →

Truly! I have no idea what was on the menu, but an immature bald eagle seemed to be enjoying it. The eagle was riding his meal as they slowly headed toward Lowell, pulling out entrails and other long, squishy-looking things. … Continue reading →